I'm back from performing at a Discordian/Jewish wedding. A good day, despite its having started way too early, and my now being so exhausted that i'm dropping things (fortunately I dropped the yogurt, not the eggs, and it just cracked rather than exploding, so I was able to transfer all but a few grams to another container). Gorgeous weather ... with a breeze that didn't feel like very much, until it was multiplied by the square footage of the chuppah which communicated to witnesses a strong desire to transform itself into a kite. The chuppah was subdued by quick-thinking volunteers and convinced to continue in its assigned role. In the distance, a donkey could be heard.
Wow, mentally scattered am I, eh? Good day but long day: tired (and sore -- pain meds have worn off. I think I'm crashing early tonight (though my body has fooled me on that score before).
Earlier I was thinking about the meaning of gender performance. Later, after somebody else mentioned gender performance, I started thinking about the meaning of 'gender performance' (which, I suppose, would be a good thing to nail down before working on the meaning of gender performance). But then I got to thinking about how concisely I can say (okay, write) "I was thinking about the meanings of gender performance and 'gender performance'" to a mathematician or a programmer, and wondering how many people would find that sentence more opaque than my earlier reference to a long-dead notional beast from that section of cyberspace that might be thought of as "the old country" nowadays.
I guess this isn't "be kind to readers" day in my blog. :-þ
Anyhow, I got so distracted by thinking about "thinking about gender performance and 'gender performance'" that my thoughts about the meanings of 'gender performance' and gender performance got sidetracked. I may remember to resume those trains of thought when I feel more awake. Or not.
(If there's no audience is it still performance? Or does it become something else?)
I think I am too tired to eat (which is not good, as I strongly suspect I am hungry). I'm clearly too tired to think, I think.
Pretty garb out today. And horses.
Note to self: re-use that "the old country in cyberspace" reference sometime when I'm actually awake.